Zhao Xingyue also came back to her senses, her cheeks were red, but she said unwillingly: "What? You don't dare?"
"How do you want the princess to compare?" Ning Qingyan chuckled.
Zhao Xingyue rolled his eyes, threw the bow in his hand on the ground, pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it at Ning Qingyan: "Sword contest."
Ahem!
Several princes looked strange.
They knew in their hearts that Zhao Xingyue was very talented in swordsmanship and was even the strongest among them.
Zhao Xingke felt that his sister was a bit too bullying, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only secretly order his entourage to notify Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Yun didn't speak again after Ning Qingyan stood up.
His sudden silence made Zhao Xingyue feel even more proud, and she shook the sword in her hand: "Do you dare?"
Ning Qingyan did not answer her. Instead, she walked up to the princes and glanced at the swords on their waists.
These princes are all young. The prince is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Zhao Xingyue is the youngest child and has just turned fifteen this year like Ning Qingyan.
When Ning Qingyan approached them, the princes saw her unique appearance more clearly, their hearts skipped a beat for no reason, and their cheeks felt faintly hot.
Suddenly, an invisible air pressure suddenly dropped and fell on them, causing them to wake up instantly as if they were shaken.
I tried to find who it was, but the coercion disappeared without a trace.
"That's it. Can I borrow the sword?" Ning Qingyan stood still and pointed at the third prince's sword.
The third prince is sixteen years old this year. When Ning Qingyan pointed it out, there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
However, due to Zhao Yun's face, he still took off his sword and handed it to Ning Qingyan.
However, I still couldn't help but say something mean, "Can you use it? Don't blame Qimei again after hurting yourself."
"Thanks for the reminder." Ning Qingyan was not angry at all.
After getting the sword, he walked back, weighed it in his hand, and said to Zhao Xingyue: "What if you lose?"
"Am I going to lose?" Zhao Xingyue seemed to have heard some big joke.
Ning Qingyan was noncommittal.
Zhao Xingyue suppressed her laughter and looked at her with sinister eyes: "Originally, for Uncle Yun's sake, I didn't plan to embarrass you. But since you don't understand, I will help you. If you lose, you will
Come to my palace and be my foot-washing maid for three months."
"Presumptuous!" Zhao Yun interrupted sharply.
Zhao Xingyue was stunned for a moment, and was startled by the sudden burst of Zhao Yun.
The other princes also felt uneasy.
Although their uncle is a sick boy, he is their father's favorite brother!
"Zhao Xingyue, are you humiliating me?" Zhao Yun's tone was extremely cold.
Ning Qingyan looked back and realized for the first time that this man who was as smooth as jade, when he got angry, was like ten thousand years of ice, making people afraid to approach him.
"I, I didn't!" Zhao Xingyue's pupils trembled, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
Zhao Yun looked at her with cold eyes, "You asked my princess to be your foot-washing maid, and you said you weren't humiliating me?"
Zhao Xingyue's eyes turned red when he yelled at him, feeling scared and aggrieved.
She didn't dare to shout with Zhao Yun, so she could only vent her grievances on Ning Qingyan: "It's all your fault!"
A cold light flashed in Ning Qingyan's eyes. "Okay! If I lose, I will be your foot-washing maid for three months. But if you lose, kneel in front of me and say loudly three times, 'I am not even as good as trash.
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"Okay!" Zhao Xingyue was irritated and agreed without thinking.
Zhao Yun's eyes were still deep. He stared at Zhao Xingyue and said slowly: "You can compete, but you can't use Yuan Power. Anyone who violates the rules will lose."
Ning Qingyan's eyes moved slightly.
Yuanli is the collective name for internal cultivation among martial arts cultivators on the mainland today.
Together with the external moves, practice both internal and external techniques.
Without the support of Yuanli, then the moves are just showy.
Ning Qingyan's body is still useless now. She is not a martial artist, so she naturally has no Yuan Power.
But Zhao Xingyue is a fourth-level martial arts cultivator, and is supported by huge Yuan Power in his body.
Zhao Yun put forward such conditions, which was undoubtedly to help Ning Qingyan and make the next competition fairer.
"...Okay." Zhao Xingyue wanted to say, 'Why?' But when she saw Zhao Yun's deep eyes, she swallowed her words silently and agreed to the conditions.
Anyway, she is very confident. When dealing with a waste like Ning Qingyan, she can subdue him with one move even without using Yuan Power!
No!
She didn't want to defeat Ning Qingyan with one move, she wanted to torture her slowly, make her embarrassed, and make her cry out in pain. She wanted Ning Qingyan to know the consequences of offending the Seventh Princess, especially Ning Qingyan's face.
, she hates it just looking at it!
Zhao Xingyue was filled with hatred.
He even complained a little bit about Zhao Yun.
She was obviously trying to help him aggrieve, but she didn't expect that the imperial uncle who had always loved her would defend this Ning family waste.
In this way, she will never let Ning Qingyan go!
"Stop wasting time, let's get started." Ning Qingyan became impatient.
Zhao Xingyue snorted coldly and immediately took a stance, preparing to attack.
Snap!
Boom!
However, before Zhao Xingyue could make a move, everyone saw the shadow of the sword in Ning Qingyan's hand flicker, and Zhao Xingyue flew out and landed on the ground, and the sword fell aside.
"Did you lose?" Ning Qingyan's sword was not unsheathed, and she looked lazily at the man struggling on the ground.
What's going on?!
The expression of the prince Zhao Xingke was surprisingly consistent with that of the other princes, and they were full of shock.
They didn't see clearly how Ning Qingyan took action, so their sister lost?
"You! Your sneak attack doesn't count!" Zhao Xingyue got up from the ground, ignoring the embarrassment on his body, grabbed the sword and stabbed Ning Qingyan again.
This time, Zhao Xingyue had a chance to make a move.
But--
Ning Qingyan chuckled and stood still, waving the unsheathed sword in her hand and hitting several acupuncture points on Zhao Xingyue's body.
Everyone could only see that the sword in her hand was about to leave an afterimage, and Zhao Xingyue was not only unable to get close to her, but instead kept screaming in pain under her lazy attacks.
"Ah...it hurts so much! Ahhh! I give up..."
When Zhao Xingyue shouted these words, the attack that fell on her disappeared instantly.
The surrounding area was also quiet.
After everything calmed down, Zhao Xingyue realized what he had said and looked at Ning Qingyan with a pale face.
"Since you have given up, let's fulfill our promise." Ning Qingyan smashed the sword in her hand on the ground, as if she had no bones in her body.
Zhao Yun looked at her again and again, and wanted to reach out several times to help her upright, but finally held back.
"Don't even think about it!" Zhao Xingyue glared at her and said through gritted teeth.
Ning Qingyan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her tone became more irresistible. "Kneel down and fulfill your promise. Also, call me aunt."
"Xingyue kneels down and is willing to admit defeat." Although Zhao Xingke was shocked by the result of the competition, he still tried his best to control the development of the situation.
"Zhao Xingyue." Zhao Yun slowly raised his eyes, and his cold eyes fell on Zhao Xingyue.